Exton

The sun creeps across Guunnar's face, waking the giant Viking. He squints, moaning as he pushes himself up. Dmitri sips slowly at a soda, hiding a wry smile.

"Good morning Goldilocks"

The Viking groans, leaning back against the wall. He holds a hand to his head.

"Yes my friend, it is still attached."

Guunnar opens his eyes, squinting in the brightness. "Yours vill not be iff du keeps shouting."

Dmitri hides a grin. "Ah, so you do still live. Good. Time to head for bed." He offers Guunnar his hand. As the Rider gains his feet Dmitri asks, "Do you still keep a room at the Tavern?"

Guunnar nods slowly, obvious in pain. "Monty keeps it fur ven I am here and not vorking. I paid fur two years ahead."

"Good. Then we can get a bed in a comfortable place."

Guunnar looks Dmitri over slowly. The Rider sighs. "NO, Guunnar. First. You are in no shape and I do not like a lover who falls asleep midway." When Guunnar begins to argue Dmitri holds up a hand. "You won't fall asleep as much as pass out. Second, I am not up for it myself. Let's get some sleep. my friend."